Road Dogs: Kyle Kinane
This October, I drove around the USA for the whole month. Instead of regaling you with one moment, I think this works best as a retrospective of the whole experience. It was a compilation of instances and people that made the tour a memorable one. Some highlights:
I started off in Denver, where the show was held in an art collective. The stage was in a room that held yoga classes during the day. After the show ended, a few of us stayed at the venue to drink and catch up. One of the residents alternated between rollerskate dancing/falling on his ass while we emptied some cans. Then the fellow took off his skates to retrieve a canvas from his room. He “painted” much like he skated. Little to no skill, but an infinite amount of heart, passion, and flair. And to that, I say, “Charge on, my friend.” He would get paint on his fingers and tickle the canvas. The picture never changed.
I just made my first trip to Connecticut. I performed at a comedy club in Hartford. Actually, Manchester, which probably has more strip malls per capita than Portland, OR has strip clubs. The Hotel I stayed at was in the parking lot of a strip mall. The club I performed at was inside a real mall. INSIDE. Shopping and Stand up are two things that go hand in hand don’t they? No, they absofuckinglutely do not.
